Fierce male god

Chapter 32 Xiao Yong's First Lesson

In the school, in the early morning, the students assembled and started to run.

Just halfway through the run, I saw the instructor Zhou Jing running over.

She came to the instructor and said a few words, and the instructor shouted at the running team: "Xiao Yong, come out!"

Xiao Yong came out from the crowd, which attracted the attention of the students.

Xiao Yong came in front of Zhou Jing, and Zhou Jing said, "Xiao Yong, go to the principal's office. I have something to ask you."

"understood."

Xiao Yong left the playground, while the rest of the students continued training.

Xiao Yong entered the principal's office.

At this moment, there were three people sitting in the room.

One is the principal, and the other two are both in their 50s and [-]s. Both of them have short hair, but one of them has a dark face and looks in a bad mood, while the other is smiling.

Seeing Xiao Yong coming in, the smiling man hurriedly got up and introduced himself: "I'm Zheng Tiequan! We talked before!"

"I've watched your game!" Xiao Yong said quickly.

He still knows this pioneer of domestic MMA.

It's just that this player's game record is really not very good.

Entered the UFC that year, three defeats and zero wins!
But even so, he was the strongest player at the same level in the country back then.

Another person said in a deep voice, "I'm Fu Baichuan. We also talked on the phone before."

"Coach Fu, hello!" Xiao Yong also greeted.

Fu Baichuan was in a bad mood. Xiao Yong was the seedling he had his eyes on, but in the morning, the principal called him into the office and told him that this person might be given to Zheng Tiequan!

How could he be willing?
He said with a gloomy face, "Xiao Yong, tell me yourself, do you want to practice wrestling, or what kind of mixed martial arts?"

They are all old men, and they are too lazy to talk nonsense.

Xiao Yong took a deep breath and said truthfully, "I want to practice mixed martial arts!"

Hearing this, Fu Baichuan felt even worse. He said in a deep voice, "Xiao Yong, you should think about it. You have a good foundation in wrestling now. If you continue to practice wrestling, you may win the national championship in the future. You Now that I'm practicing mixed martial arts, I'm afraid it will be difficult to reach this height."

"I want to try!" Xiao Yong's eyes sparkled, and he said excitedly: "I like wrestling, and I have practiced Jinmen wrestling since I was a child, but I want to try to fight against opponents under open rules, rather than simply wrestling. I'm sorry, Coach Fu, for disappointing you."

Having said that, Fu Baichuan was even more angry, snorted coldly, looked at the principal, and said, "That's how it is, respect the child's wishes!"

After speaking, he went out and left directly.

Zheng Tiequan said with a smile: "This old Fu is still angry. How big of a man is he, he doesn't even have a heart."

The principal Wei Han sneered in his heart: "If this kid chose to practice wrestling just now, you don't know what kind of virtue he will become!"

Zheng Tiequan looked at Xiao Yong, and found that he seemed a little depressed, and said with a smile: "Children, there are always choices in life, and none of us know where the road leads, but as long as you make a choice, don't regret it, just keep going." .”

Xiao Yong nodded.

At this moment, Zheng Tiequan looked at Wei Han and said with a smile, "Then let's talk about that last night?"

"Okay, I've given special approval. This kid's military training is over. I'll go to training with you. I'll talk to their instructors in a while."

Zheng Tiequan and Xiao Yong left the office, Zheng Tiequan patted Xiao Yong on the shoulder, and said with a smile: "Not bad, it's quite strong, you go say goodbye to your instructor and classmates?"

Xiao Yong shook his head and said, "No need, I'm not very familiar with each other, and there's nothing to say, besides, it's not a farewell, and we have to go to class together in the future."

In Xiao Yong's view, there was really no need, so what did you say?

Dear students, I can't be with you because I have to train, I will be reluctant to part with you?
Is this hypocritical or not?
The most important thing is that he is really unfamiliar, and now he doesn't speak more than twenty sentences with his classmates.

This hypocrisy is too fake.

Xiao Yong is not this kind of person.

"Okay! Let's go, let's go to the boxing gym now!"

Zheng Tiequan couldn't wait any longer.

In the school's boxing gym, Zheng Tiequan first measured Xiao Yong's height...armspan and weight
"Height 178, wingspan 194, weight .142 catties."

"What a talent!" Zheng Tiequan murmured.

In combat sports, wingspan is the number one talent.

Simply put, it is equivalent to bouncing in basketball.

Xiao Yong's wingspan can be said to be extremely good.

The average person's arm span is probably not much different from their height, and those with better talents can surpass their height.

Take some famous players as an example, Conor McGregor, who is 175 tall and has a wingspan of 188, can be said to be extremely talented.

And Xiao Yong, with a height of 178 and a wingspan of 194, is definitely a top talent.

There are also players with exaggerated proportions than him, such as Kevin Lee, who is 175 tall but has a wingspan of 196.

Excellent wingspan is extremely advantageous in the battle stand system.

Of course, there are many talented people, and whether they can achieve results is still unknown.

After the test, Zheng Tiequan said with a smile: "Let's practice first! Let me see your current level!"

"it is good!"

Xiao Yong immediately agreed.

Compared with Xiao Yong, Zheng Tiequan's height and wingspan are not very good, with a height of 170 and a wingspan of 170.

"Put on the protective gear!"

Zheng Tiequan brought over the protective equipment.

"No need. I'm not afraid of pain."

"If you are not afraid of pain, don't do this job if you are afraid of pain. I am afraid that you will break it, delay training, and make it difficult to start!" Zheng Tiequan rolled his eyes.

All right, the two put on finger gloves, and Xiao Yong wore protective gear on his legs, head, and body, so as to protect him from harm to the greatest extent.

The two stood in the center of the field.

At this time, there were no other people in the boxing gym, only the two of them.

"start!"

After Zheng Tiequan finished speaking, with a smile on his face, he stretched out his left hand as in a boxing match, and made a fist bump etiquette invitation.

Xiao Yong knew about this, and immediately reached out to respond.

But the moment he approached, Zheng Tie's complexion changed, and he raised his leg and kicked him!
"boom!"

Even though Xiao Yong has the dynamic vision of fierce eyes, Zheng Tiequan is a former professional player after all, his legs are extremely fast, and Xiao Yong has no defense at all. Under this situation, he can't dodge at all!

Zheng Tiequan kicked Xiao Yong directly on the head with a fierce high sweep!

Even with protective gear, Zheng Tiequan's strength is enormous. Xiao Yong, who hadn't done too much training in fighting, felt dizzy for a moment!

He fell straight to the ground.

dizzy.

Zheng Tiequan walked up to Xiao Yong and said in a cold voice: "Lesson one, never bump fists with your opponent! Because you don't know if your opponent will take the opportunity to attack you. After the match starts, you only need to do one thing , is to knock down the opponent. After the game is over, it’s okay if you want to invite him to eat and drink, but as long as the game starts, you must treat the opponent as an enemy! I don’t ask you to sneak attack the opponent, but never let the opponent sneak attack you Chance!"

(End of this chapter)